The anthem if you’ve been suppressed in any fashion.

Ain’t No Devil in the Path I Walk” — A Chaos Witch Hymn

Something’s stirring in the marrow of the world. The air tastes like iron. The sky is pulled tight, holding its breath. I feel the break before it comes.

Take my hand. We run as one shadow. They will not find us. They will not take us.

Something’s coming. Something’s already here.

No — Ain’t no devil in the path I walk. The river will take our burdens, and the fire will cleanse our bones. I will carry the children to the low waters, where the flood cannot reach, and the dark cannot follow.

The moon swells, silver and sharp. Night presses close, but I will not bow to it.

The rivers run red, the sky bleeds gold. The holy are those who keep moving, and I will not leave you behind.

The moon is high — and the sun waits its turn.

No — Ain’t no devil in the path I walk. The river will take our burdens, and the fire will cleanse our bones. I will carry the children to the low waters, where the flood cannot reach, and the dark cannot follow.

No — Ain’t no devil in the path I walk.